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My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought , As if life ' s business were a
summer mood ; As if all needful things would come unsought To genial faith , still
rich in genial good ; But how can He expect that others should Build for him , sow
for ...
My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought , As if life ' s business were a
summer mood ; As if all needful things would come unsought To genial faith , still
rich in genial good ; But how can He expect that others should Build for him , sow
for ...
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And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions
dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad ... with the sense Of present pleasure , but
with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years .
And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions
dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad ... with the sense Of present pleasure , but
with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years .
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William Wordsworth. By thought supplied , or any interest Unborrowed from the
eye . — That time is past , And all its aching joys are now no more , And all its
dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have
followed ...
William Wordsworth. By thought supplied , or any interest Unborrowed from the
eye . — That time is past , And all its aching joys are now no more , And all its
dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have
followed ...
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William Wordsworth. XXX . “ Beloved Vale ! ” I said , “ when I shall con Those
many records of my childish years , Remembrance of myself and of my peers Will
press me down : to think of what is gone Will be an awful thought , if life have one
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William Wordsworth. XXX . “ Beloved Vale ! ” I said , “ when I shall con Those
many records of my childish years , Remembrance of myself and of my peers Will
press me down : to think of what is gone Will be an awful thought , if life have one
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Now , while the Birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young Lambs
bound As to the tabor ' s sound , To me alone there came a thought of grief : A
timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong . . The Cataracts
blow ...
Now , while the Birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young Lambs
bound As to the tabor ' s sound , To me alone there came a thought of grief : A
timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong . . The Cataracts
blow ...
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appear beauty behold beneath breath bright called cause cheer Child clouds common Country dark dead dear death deep delight doth earth face fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend give grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human kind land language leaves less light live look metre mind morning mountain nature never objects once pain pass passion pleasure Poems Poet Poetry poor produced prose Reader reason rest rock round seemed seen sense side sight silent sing sleep soul sound spirit spring stand stone strength sweet tell thee things thou thought Traveller trees true truth turn Vale voice waters wild wind wish wood written youth
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Página 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour ; .England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 355 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Página 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 338 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Página 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Página 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Página 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Página 30 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 354 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 352 - Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems, Volumen2 Poems, Dorothy Wordsworth |
| Autor | William Wordsworth |
| Editor | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 17 Jul. 2007 |
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